All the signsand statements pointed to a man I used to know.
Not one to glope or snatch a glance,
retiring and reclusive.
A gentleman, unaware of the world of wiles, flirtation or distraction
I knew a man who desired only me
a desire of qwhich he was sure; his centre was only me.
Beyond the signs and statements, actions and behaviour showed me more:
dethroned me from that centre, therew me to the floor.
I didn’t ask to be idolatrised no more than the girls he says ‘are everywhere’.
I had no conception of this man being unable to begrudge himself a stare.
Naturally drawn to the underage, for which I am a substitute and symbol
he gets away with ogling as I sit o the sidelines still youthful and nimble.
I wasd not in a position to guess, the man I was really faced with,
and even if I had, my guess would be ruthlessly denied.
So now, so as is gone his purity, so has mine in his eyes.
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